Padmaja Vikas Chavan
12 – B

17 years of my existence on Earth and I still wonder what tangible had I done more than a realization that I become less in all aspects, each time I learn something new and I could phrase in no way how ecstatic I feel more than feeling little about it for I easily surmise how much is there to learn and assimilate in ourselves more than conceiving what we don’t know. There are always some things which come straight from the heart more than they being manipulated, for every surviving person is a human and does has a heart. At some points in our lives, we fail but after that, we tend to effectuate that things are like ‘Mausam ke Badal’ (mind my bad English, I had no other words to say) and they do influence our lives in ways such that it becomes a trap for us and until we discern we are into it, we are actually ravaged by it. What I intuitively want to say is- WE NEED SELF CONTROL ON OURSELVES. We need to surmise the fact that our emotions shouldn’t master our actions and consequently, our actions shouldn’t be commanding us. Things we like are an inducement to us and we should not be led by it for prehistoric humans had had withstood earlier without worldly lures and lusts and we can’t simply because we are already gone with the flow. Some things are not taught- they are instead acquired with age and failures. Textbooks do teach us many things but then there are things which impediments over things which are not settled teach us and I cannot equitably estimate the amount. Once when I was cycling, I had a disastrous fall, flat on my face and my control over my handlebars was succumbed and the portion of my cycle above the head tube disintegrated, undividedly. It was a scattered into parts and the reader cannot profoundly estimate my pain, seeing it in that contingency. When I took it for repair, the ‘bhaijaan’ said that the ball bearings inside the adjusting barrel had dwindled-off and that had caused the disintegration. Believe me, I felt inadequate in myself because we (at that time, ‘I’ ) reason of people as mediocre to us, presuming that literacy is the principal determinant of assessing one’s measure of propensity and understanding more than their effectiveness in administering their profession. People have their own reasons behind things which happen in their lives and people like bhaijaan, who seem to have literally no knowledge of how stuffs work, but nevertheless, is the ablest at what he does, and we students who essentially know nothing, gloat of skills, which they actually own none. Everyone is his level best at things which he does by heart and more productive at those which he does without installing in any efforts for inventions result, unexpectedly (do mind out why had I said inventions and not discoveries). Of things concerning brother, yes, he has BOTHERED me a LOT, but accept me, he’s so immeasurable at heart (more than how much I had scolded him), for each time he grounded in trouble, no matter how big or small, he used to come to me-first- weeping and smashed in grief and tears (earlier, not now) remembering well that the world may conspire against him, but, his sister will always endure by his side and I know well that I need to be my best at holding and impersonating my role as a sister more than attempting to burn him in the flames of my anger, simply, by scolding him. Sometimes, we need to be more of a human than being overly judgemental in what we do, primarily in things which affect others. Sometimes, rules should be kept aside, otherwise, Antonio’s flesh had to be sacrificed. (Ref: The pound of flesh which I demand of him Is deerely bought, ’tis mine, and I will haue it.) WE NEED MORE PORTIAS THAN SHYLOCKS ! Now, For me, satisfaction is when I see faces of small children, lighted with pleasure, overflowing the brim of all confinements and anxieties. The most beautiful creations are they and I have got a reason to pleasure myself – be there baits to deceive me or my own solicitudes imprisoning me, it doesn’t sway me, even to the least, for, I have already CONQUERED them long back. So , ALWAYS be – ‘STRONG’ ! PADMAJA. V CHAVAN

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Asmi Momin
8 – A

In this modernised and competitive era, we are compelled to lead a stressful and busy life. Yet in this situation everyone wants to be socially recognised. Thus it is quite essential for a person to remain physically as well as mentally fit to maintain a social balance in their stressful schedule. It’s very important for a person, especially children to be fit and smart in order to succeed. It’s required for their development. Being healthy will give them a disease free and longer life and smartness can help to tackle with various problems hindering their way. So friends, Be healthy be smart, Come on get up! U can still start Be it exercise or healthy eating, All will help you in better leading

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Ketan Kumar
IX – A

Today we all in this materialistic world which is full of competitions, greed, envy and other such like emotions break the bonds of humanity between humans itself. Hence, today the world is talking about values of compassion and humanity. Today even though we humans have turned to be the greatest power in this world but still somewhere we do lack moral values and ethics in us. Present time people are in a race – ‘Race Of Life’. Every person is trying to be the best of him/her which is a good thing but most often they end up comparing themselves to others which generate bitter and poisonous feeling for their competitors. Even after all these things we humans strive for a very common feeling which is uncommon to find and that is love, happiness and acceptance but in present time we most often come across – false love and happiness. In today’s time using branded things and living a lavish life is considered as the definition of happiness. Let me tell an interesting fact through our own experiences- well you must have noticed that when you strive for a thing and work hard for it and then finally achieve it you feel immense pleasure but how many of you are satisfied with that achievement? Can you promise that after achieving your desire you won’t seek happiness and pleasure in any other thing? Well, most often the answer is no, as one would then aim for a greater achievement which is a good habit to extend your goals. But my question is, then where does the real happiness lie? If achieving goals is happiness then even the world’s richest man would still have some more desires. These all kind of happiness is ‘materialistic happiness’ and it has no end and would never feel you satisfied. Let’s understand through an example- Two people just returned from a marathon one ran 3km and the second one ran 6km and both of them were given the same amount of water to drink. Now who would be happier after drinking water, you would say the one who ran 6km which is correct. Now let’s assume the glass of water to be the material and the distance they ran to be their efforts and hard work, this shows that though the material was same the amount of happiness depends on the efforts that you put to achieve it. Then after achieving it, you would strive for something else. Thus we can say true happiness is something from which we would never get bored and would never strive for anything else. Such happiness can only be achieved through self-realization because the person who has attained actualization and is self-satisfied will never strive for anything else and would not run after bubble reputation. Hence achieving such eternal happiness is truly ‘Divine Happiness’. Thus remember- ‘Your own self-realization is the greatest service you can render to the world and yourself’.

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Yash Kamath
12 – A

The white horse that stood by the side,
Made a small noise, seldom,
As he silently drank.
At the base of his hoof,
It was no spoof,
Stood a pool of red.
Thinking as he could,
But not, did he wonder;
As they stood afar, yonder,
Why could they not be like him,
Instead of filling the well of sin.

The white hare by the pool-side sighed,
Nimble and agile,
He sought to educate the four footed fool’s mind,
“The deeds you must never question,
For you they have no repercussion;
You must be tired, o tetraped,
Have your drink and go to bed.”

A white tiger from the bushes leaped,
Not on the hare, nor on the horse,
But into the pool being discussed.
“For my dinner I’ll have you neither,”
He said, drinking the thick, shiny liquid,
You can rest assured,
There is no danger,
The order of the master,
Saves you from my hunger.”

“Well then, my friend,”
The horse replied,
“Being this, a proper end;
Please tell us about this order,
That has freed us of our bother.”

“As my words are, the order was,
Though  purer, truer and ever wonderful,
And pay attention while I repeat,
What it was that the master did speak;
Being in words,
The order did state,
Of the straight up hate,
The mud that filled the sky,
And the land, left to die.”
“The words do seem wise,
Scaled and balanced they seem,
Nor do they speak from hubris,
O tigris.”

“Yes, they are, dear hare,
But incomplete they stand,
For then the master spake,
Of the world from birth to quake.
He told of the pool of red,
And of Mother Nature’s fine thread.
Direct, he was not, but he did speak,
With such a conviction, as I dare not repeat.
It is with this that he bade me farewell,
Asking me to quench my desires at this well.”

“The master spoke true,
His words I do understand,
And the order,
It must go as planned.”
And with these words the horse declared,
His undeterred loyalty and faith,
In the master’s plan.
“While moving here, I met him again,
And he reminded me, of my prey’s pain.
He taught me a world not with disharmony,
Free from perils and pains,
Was the one which could truly gain.
His audience, he said, was the greatest privilege,
To me, or to anyone, fallen astray.

“Pulling me from the easy path,
From the blood bath;
He told me, the right one,
Is where I don’t gain, from someone else’s pain.”

“Indeed it seems right, o feline,
But don’t you feel, that the line’s clichéd?”

“Of course, my dear hare,
Run over and over again, the words might have,
But they carry the same necessity,
Work the same meaning,
And wish to fill,
The same deep dark void.
The words may sound clichéd,
To those who think they think,
Better than the one who made.”
The hare turned askew, ashamed.
The shiny fur of the creature,
Spread brilliant, the bright, beautiful rays from the sun.
A glint of light,
Tried to fly away,
But was caught by the tiger’s eye,
Making the big cat smile.

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Roses in Concrete

Tejashree Sonawane
IX – B

I am trapped
I am a prisoner in the void
A void that was once mine
Now someone else’s

It controls me
Makes me do things I don’t want to
My fingernails are lilies with blood
My body carved with an axe
The river reaching the sea
Eyes pitch dark with solitude
My feet plastered to the ground

I was on a road to nowhere
Unaware of the driver
The unfriendly breath on my shoulder
Hands that weren’t mine lurked over my body
I was drowning in an empty pond
Thorns were the only things that met my eye
My thoughts were lighted candles no breath could blow

Every day was battle between me
and the squeaky little voice in the back of my head
It prevailed every day
And I was thrown all the way down

I was dragged by hands unknown to me
their eyes gleaming with hunger and starvation
hands ready with a shiny knife to clean my insides
like a finger brushing a table eating dust

I shut down I was robbed
The voice proliferated
I was a stranger within myself
I wanted to crawl up
To the small unexplored Corners of the room
Where I would be robbed
I had left my body
My soul – the treat

Sitting in the corner
A phosphorescent streak came by
Blinding me with its lustre and shine
I blinked twice
And I know I was wise
To follow the light.

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Amrit Jangra
9 – A

A 1000 kilo stone skulked above my head
I could see hands
crawling up through the floor,
Towards me.
There were green eyed monsters,
looking straight into my eyes,
as if I were filthy and,
Not nice.
Life, it drained out of me,
Like a prisoner, craving to flee.
A shadow lurks to where I go,
trailing me, inflicting doubt
On the path ahead
to the great unknown.
It grows bigger
and my feet plant themselves
In resonance.
Soon I will become it’s slave
heeding it’s words as truth,
Defying my mind a clear verdict,
Only to bring me nearer to the shadow,
and cower in it’s safety.

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Yash Kamath
12 – A

Its 2018 now and I wish a Happy New Year to everyone reading this. To those who are unaware, it has been close to a hundred years since the origin of ‘Curiosity killed the cat’ but today, it seems to be otherwise. Multiple dimensions may emerge of this issue, but none more clearer than this question. Was the cat wrongly curious? Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it certainly did not dampen its spirit of interest and introspection. But certainly… No wait. What’s that word up there; Certainly. To be certain. Certainty, just like solubility, or conductivity, or something like that? I assume you can view it from multiple perspectives of language, science, and maybe… no, that’s it. I’m not sure any further. Let’s suffice it at that. But what I just did. That’s uncertainty. Just uncertainty. And that’s like a gift of God for us humans. We don’t know what’s going to happen next, nor do we know what we might do next. We might have a picture in our minds, but that’s not how we do it exactly. In short, life is not picture perfect. The gift of uncertainty has enabled Einsteins, Newtons and Powers to rise out of bleak darkness and achieve immortality through their equations and laws and countless other phenomena. Newton, it seems to me, as his name in almost all branches of science, and some in religion as well. Uncertainty and doubt are the driving forces of humanity’s desire to be better. To say certainty killed the cat would not be incorrect…

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New Year’s Oath

Kritika Jha

My New Year’s Oath.. Every year we come up with different ideas to develop and rectify ourselves.People have thought of it as a way to show themselves different and better from others. But what does it actually mean?? This year even I have planned for something that even I will follow. And actually this time I am very solemn and serious.I have many thoughts in my mind at this moment but am actually very confused to decide , which one to follow. It took a lot of time , but at last I have come upon a decision. I thought that if not now then after some years when I would be capable of doing that what I want to do, I would surely do it.In our country we have so many children who are extremely poor and do not get a chance to showcase their talent.Why is it so?? It shows lack of opportunities which need to be given to all.But, what can I do in this situation? I feel that it is not just the duty of the government but also of the citizens to ensure that justice , equality and opportunity is provided equally to all and this is my new year’s oath…

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Few months ago in a discussion with students few points came up which they want their parents to start with and few to stop.

Neha Tiwari

Age group of students: 9 to 13 years.

Things I want my parents to stop doing:

—Stop comparing my life with your childhood. Things were really different back then, so stop comparing.

—Stop using these words and phrases: use your brain, are you deaf? Can’t you see? Useless, careless, good for nothing….etc….

–stop showing off my skills. I don’t want to dance in front of your friends. I don’t like to do that. Why do you force me to sing/ dance or show my art work to our relatives or friends?

—Can you speak softly? I’m tired to hear you shout, every day, every single moment.

Things I want my parents to start doing:

—Smile, please… I don’t remember when was the last time my mom smiled. She usually carries a frown on her face. That look irritates me.

—Appreciate. I know I’m not good at all things, but many things only I can do, no one else can. So a little bit appreciation is good na….

—Hug me, I see how my mom hugs my 5 year old sister, but when I run to hug her…she immediately says, “Later, first do you work” huh!

—Play with me. I love to play with my friends, but playing with mom dad is fun! If only they had time to play….

—Tell me a story. I’d love to listen to their childhood tales, especially about their mistakes, failures and mischief. But my parents always keep telling about all their achievements. It makes me scared. What if I can’t achieve success the way they achieved….?

—Keep that Social Media aside. Talk to me mom & dad.

—Can I sleep in your bedroom at least once a month? I love cuddling you guys. So parents, wondering what to gift your child this holiday season, here’s your list. Be present for your children and make parenting engaging and fulfilling.

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P.V. Sindhu visit to school

Kritika Jha

Excitement On 20th December, P.V. Sindhu is going to visit the school. All of us would be very happy as we are going to meet the badminton legend , and a youth icon. She will not only come and enlighten  the sports prize distribution event ,but will also tell us some notions about living a good life. I am very excited to meet her ,and so I’ve Chosen EXCITEMENT’as the title.For this I really want to thank my school and Century Rayon. Meeting her is like a dream come true… ??????? Thank You Je vous remercie

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